Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

Once upon a dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, there came a tapping
As if one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door
"Tis visitor," I muttered, tapping at my chamber door only this
this and nothing more

Muttering I got up weakly, always I've had trouble
Stumbling upright my mind racing, furtive thoughts flowing once
I there hoping for some sunrise, happiness be a surprise
Loneliness no longer a prize, rapping at my door
Seeking out the clever bore, lost in dreams more
Only this and more

Hovering my pulse was racing, tobacco my lips tasting
Scotch upon my basin, remnants of the night before
Came again tapping on the door, in my mind jabbing
Is it in or rapping, calling out to me once more
The fit and fury of Lenore, nameless here forever
And the sad uncertain, rustling of the purple curtain
Thrilled me, me

With fantastic terrors felt before, so that now, oh wind
Stop breathing, yet to calm my breathing
'Tis some entreating, entrance at my chamber door
Some lost visitor entreating, entrance at my chamber
is it, and nothing more, deep into the darkness peering
Long I stood there, wondering fearing, dreaming fantasies
No dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness no token
And the only word spoken, was the whispered name, Lenore

This I thought in out loud whispered my lips
The foul name festered, echoing itself merely this, and more
Back into my chamber turning, nerve within me burning
once again I heard a tapping, somewhat louder than before
"Surely," I, surely that is something at my iron staircase
Open the to see what threat is, open that window, free the shutters
Let us this mystery explore, Oh! bursting heart be this once
And let this mystery it is the wind and nothing more

Just one I muttered as inside, I gagged and shuddered
When with manly flirt and flutter, in flew a stately raven
Sleek and ravenous as any foe, not the least made he
Not a minutes gesture towards me, of or politeness
But above my chamber door, this fowl and salivating visage
Insinuating with its knowledge, perched above my chamber
Silent sat and staring nothing more, a-skance,

The self's sad fancy smiles at you I swear, at this savage
Countenance it wears, though you show here scorn and and
I admit forlorn and craven, ghastly grim and ancient raven
Wandering from the opiate shores, tell me,
Thy Lordly name is? That you are not sewage
Some powdered drink or inhalation
from flames of downtown lore stroke the raven never more

And the raven sitting lonely, staring sickly at my male sex
That one word as if his in that one word, he did outpour, pathetic
Nothing farther than he uttered, not a then he fluttered
Till finally was I that muttered as I stared, at the floor
Other friends have and left me
Flown as each and every hope has before
And as you no will before tomorrow
But the bird said never

Then I felt the air grow denser, perfumed from some unseen
As though accepting angelic intrusion, when in fact I felt
Before the guise, of memories respite
through the haze of cocaine's glory
I smoke and I smoke the blue vial's
To at once, the base Lenore
Stroke the raven more
Prophet said I, thing of evil, Prophet still, if bird or
By Heaven that bend above us, by that God we both ignore
Tell this soul sorrow laden, willful and destructive intent

How had a pure heart lady, to the greediest of needs
Sweaty arrogant dick less liar, who to nothing higher
Than a jab prick to a needle, straight to betrayal and disgrace
The conscience showing not a trace, stroke the never more
Be that our sign of parting
Bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting, get thee back the tempest
the smoke filled bottle's shore, leave no black plume as a token
Of the thy soul hath spoken, leave my loneliness unbroken

Quit as those have quit before, take the talon my heart
And see I can care no more, whatever mattered came before
I vanished with the dead Lenore, the raven never more
But the raven, never
is sitting silent sitting, above a painting silent painting
Of the forever silenced and his eyes have all the seeming
Of a demon's that is dreaming, and the lamplight him
Streaming throws his shadow to the floor I she
Who me more, I love she who hates me more
And my soul shall not be lifted from that nevermore